and there was a pretty young girl we both wanted to bang
she was blinking at us with a beckoning smile
every feature of her face was part of her smile
as was her free blonde hair
and her dance-happy figure
we looked at her for hours
and talked idly to the doorman and the colonel
but remembering my life�s obligations
i decided that it was time for me to go
my friend had become a statue
he ignored me when i said that i wanted to leave
he just wanted to stare at the blinking beauty
and he wanted to check out the rooms upstairs
so he gave me the keys with a distant smile
and said that he wanted to stay forever
as i walked outside and hopped into the car
a young couple watched me leave
sitting on the porch in the golden sunlight
they were watching another coastal sunrise
just as they watched the sun set
and rise and set every day
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